Standing tall against the storm’s fierce cry,
A beacon of hope in the darkest night,
Your light pierces through the thickest fog,
Shepherding lost souls to safety’s sight.

Upon your steadfast, ancient stones,
Stories of sailors and whispers of waves,
Echoes of journeys both near and far,
You guard the tales of those you saved.

In the silent embrace of the twilight sky,
Your flame dances with the stars above,
A timeless sentinel of the coastal line,
A symbol of guidance, strength, and love.

Through tempest’s roar and calm serene,
You stand unwavering, a silent guide,
Forever watching, forever bright,
The lighthouse, where hope and sea collide.